My Steamy Story: Sex with: Multiple men and one woman ...

My Story Time:

Okay, so, spill the tea, besties. My name is Amelia. Or, well, was. Now everyone just calls me "Leftovers." No cap. I'm 37, but I still look 18, which is, like, the whole ironic twist, period.

So, there I was, fully naked AF as usual, my tits heavy with milk, my pussy still dripping from the three delivery guys who'd just used me in the garage. My husband, Richard, who's 62, btw, was in the living room with his actual girlfriend, Lily—she’s 18 and was totally in love with my oldest son, Oliver, until Richard scooped her up. I walked in, and Richard was like, "Leftovers, the boys are thirsty." He meant my sons, Oliver and Ethan.

They were on me before I could blink. Oliver slapped me across the face, hard. "On your knees, Leftovers." So I dropped, taking his dick in my mouth while Ethan shoved his cock into my pussy from behind. It was a brutal spit-roast, no lube but their spit and my own juices. Oliver fucked my throat, his balls slapping my chin, while Ethan pounded my cunt, his fingers digging into my hips. I was gagging, moaning, my milk leaking everywhere.

"Drink up, simp," Oliver grunted, yanking my head back by my hair and shoving my face onto his brother's cock so I could suckle the pre-cum before he forced me back onto his own. They swapped places, filling both my holes, slapping my tits, biting my nipples until I cried out. When they came, Oliver emptied his load down my throat and Ethan pumped his deep into my womb, breeding me all over again. After, they wiped their messy dicks on my face, marking me, then slapped me again. "Get lost, Leftovers."

I stumbled away, my body used and throbbing, just in time to see Richard tenderly kissing Lily’s swollen pregnant belly in the kitchen. She mouthed 'sorry' to me between her moans from last night. The irony? I’m pregnant too, with one of my son’s babies. My purpose? Just to make more milk for everyone to drink. I’m literally just the household milk-cow. Big yikes.

But, sheesh, after all that rough use… my pussy is still clenching, aching for another cock. I’m low-key addicted. Maybe I’ll go prank Oliver while he’s gaming online later. A little surprise under his desk always makes him so angry… and so hard.